Marklin Foster, Writer
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🕑 Added 2025-02-05 00:00:05 +0000 UTCChapter one: Audited by a succubus
Banda sat uncomfortably in the office chair. He wasn‘t used to being intimidated by anyone, just because he didn’t really care that much about what other people thought. But as he sat on the far end of a huge hardwood desk, feeling a bit of hard wood himself, with two binders and a stack of folders containing the details of his finances for the last five years.
Five years that he hadn’t filed his Landed Revenue Reports.
Five years for which Landed Revenue Bureau had finally caught up with him.
And five years of paperwork that brought him to the office of Doctor Janie Vale, Enrolled Agent. A woman with the influence to make this problem go away.
A woman with breasts each larger than his head, held in place by some very overworked stretchy fabric.
A woman at least a foot taller than him, even without the horns, which was a strange comparison for for a man just over six feet tall.
A woman who smelled like jasmine, sandalwood, and pure sex. A blend of fragrances that left him writhing in his seat to keep his member under control.
A natural-born demon, a licensed succubus in fact, one of the few who held her own in the modern world.
And one he would probably have to give part of his soul to, in order to survive the audit.
She scribbled on a notepad, hunched over the desk, her nipples rubbing along the thick leather desk mat. The view down her cleavage would probably have made a less composed man cream his jeans.
But when he walked in the door, escorted by three smaller women—were they women? They looked like elves who were about 4 feet tall if that, scurrying around, one fluffing the cushion in the seat he now breathed heavily in, one bringing him a cup of coffee, and one opening the window slightly before they all disappeared into a side room.
Maybe they were robots. Maybe they were Janie’s children. He had no idea, and it didn’t seem very relevant.
Janie made a purring sound that resonated at the base of his cock somehow, leading him to shift again so that it could slip down his leg.
“So Banda,” she said, with a smoky voice that again made him feel scared. Well, excited and scared.
“Yes, Doctor Vale?”
“Please, if you’re going to complete this transaction, we’ll be pretty close. Call me Janie.”
“Okay, Janie.”
“Are you uncomfortable? You seem uncomfortable.”
“No, not—yes, I am. But at least partly in a good way.”
“I guess I have that effect on my clients. Or at least these do,” she said, squeezing her breasts together, pushing them up to the edge of her top.
“Definitely. I hate to complain, of course, but I didn’t dress for this.”
“Stand up.”
“Um, could I have a moment?”
“No. Please stand up, and let me see what kind of problem you have.”
I sighed. I couldn’t lie to her, and I couldn’t disobey her command, no matter how politely she commanded me.
I stood up slowly. I felt my erection halfway down to my knee, and from the whistle from the other side of the desk, I could tell she saw it.
“I see why you’re wriggling over there like you’re sitting on a bag of declawed squirrels.”
“I get the feeling this isn’t an abnormal response.”
“Not at all. Well, I’m used to my clients being noticeably affected, but that’s a bit more of an effect than I usually get.”
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That's how the story starts. Watch for the full release by end of next week.
